He felt the burn on his back. It felt like with each blow from the flogger, more blood pumped to his cock. It was standing straight up and showing how he truly felt about the current situation. She reached up and unzipped the hood again, she realized he could hear her more clearly when it was unzipped. She reached down with her leather-gloves hand and gripped his cock; she started at the tip, getting all of the precum he’d leaked and rubbed it all over it. She then reached that hand under her skirt and ran her hand over her dripping pussy, covering it in her juices. She took hold of his cock again with her gloved hand, rubbing it all over and stroking again. “You better not fucking cum,” she said in a very sexy, commanding tone, sucking in air and biting her lip as she did so. “If you cum, I double everything, even the one we just finished.” She shuffled her legs creating some friction between her thighs, her own words and his reaction to each of them were driving her wild. She reached up, zipped the hood and walked over to the other wall. She took down a riding crop, a leather paddle, a menacing looking single-tail whip and a cane. Honestly, she didn’t even know if she could use the last two, but they had came together many times watching Dommes brutalize subs with canes and whips, so the thought was always in her mind, and most likely his. As laid out the implements on the table, she took a minute to admire everything around her. She looked at the cell in the corner and thought about riding his cock on the metal-framed bed inside. She thought about how that was part of her original plan before she found out he had broken a major rule multiple times and now deserved to be punished for it. She picked up the crop and stroked it with her gloves hand before cutting it through the air making that swishing sound. She walked up behind him and dragged it over his fully exposed ass, still white and untouched since all of the lashes from the flogger met his back; she stopped for a moment to admire that work just one more time. She sized up her distance from him, and struck him with her crop. He instinctively squirmed, but then presented his ass again to her; she took that as a challenge. She brought back her arm and hit him with a force she felt was twice as hard – he did the same, first pulled away and then seemed to be asking for more, begging for more is how she took it. She pulled back and hit him with a series of blows at the same force – she honestly wasn’t even keeping track of how many times she had struck him, but each time she did, he presented his ass once again and she tried to hit it harder. Suddenly she stopped and approached him, she rubbed her body against his, reached up and unzipped the hood again. “I didn’t hear you counting,” she said with a big smile. “I was Goddess,” he responded. “Listen to my words slut, I didn’t say you weren’t, I said I DIDN’T HEAR YOU. NOW START AT ONE TO TEN!” She was pleased with herself, and how firmly she just did that, and it carried over into the force she used on her first strike. “One! Arghhhhhh!!” he cried out. She quickly stopped and approached him to make sure he was okay, even she thought that that blow might have been a bit too hard. She asked him if he was fine and he said yes, but his voice was broken. As she looked down, she noticed that his cock was telling an entirely different story – she had never seen his cock like this – it was standing straight out and throbbing. “Don’t lose count slut,” she tapped his cheek with her gloves hand and hit him nine more times with the crop, each as hard as she could.
Author: njsub1978
Her New Room, Part 5 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
She led him into the house and down the steps to the basement. On the steps, she stayed close, with a hand near his crotch to make sure he didn’t fall. He faintly heard a door open, and the scent of her candle let him know he was in their shared office. The fact she had been burning a leather-scented candle let him know exactly where her mind had been all day. Finally they stopped. She tugged downward on the waistband of his sweats, pulling them over his feet, she did the same with the hoodie, pulling it over his head. Next he felt her near him and then felt her hold his balls in her hand. She cupped them with one hand as she unlocked and removed the device – she knew she had to move quickly to be able to get off the ring behind his balls before he achieved a hard on so large neither of them had ever seen before and she did. As she did, she took his swelling cock in her mouth; she loved the taste of cock, especially his cock. She pulled it out of her mouth and stood up, dragging her tongue along the tip and getting a few drops of precum. There he stood, fully exposed. She thought about her next moves and her pussy dripped under her skirt. She wrapped the chain leash still attached to his balls around her hand and gave the plug in his ass a very firm tap. She tugged in the direction of an area she set up to be strictly for punishment, ironically, most of her punishment experience was theoretical as she had only struck him with smaller ‘toys’ and never anything like the tools hanging on her wall in front of her although in the past few days she had gotten herself off several times holding each of them and imagining what it would be like to use them. She locked his his wrists and ankles in place, facing the wall, she then clipped a d-ring on the neck of the hood to the wall to limit him turning his head. She snapped off the blindfold from the hood and unzipped the mouth, this was the first time he was “seeing” their knew space although he could only see about six inches on either side. “Remember I used to always tell you I was going to get you blinders? Well, this is my solution,” you could definitely pick up on a happiness in her voice. “I’m still deciding when you’ll see the rest.” She checked each of the points where he was connected to make sure he couldn’t move, she walked away, took something from the wall and returned with it in her hands. It was a flogger, black leather and looking brand new. She stood where he could see as she rubbed her hands over it and inhaled it’s scent deeply. “You forgot one of my instructions when you prepared yourself. I was very specific and you skipped over one, that is careless lover,” she spoke with a playful tone in her voice. “Did you think it wasn’t important?” She phrased it as a question, but wasn’t looking for an answer as she quickly put her finger over his mouth as he tried to apologize. “If the plug was optional, would it have been in a bag that I clearly told you would end up empty?” Her voice changed a little as the second question ended. She hung the flogger on a hook next to him and put on a pair of black leather driving gloves. She knew what the thought of her in gloves did to him and her putting them on was done very purposefully, coming within millimeters of his hood-covered face as she pulled each over the opposite wrist. She picked up the flogger and gripped it once and then again, wrapping her right hand firmly around the handle. She felt a power come over her like she never felt before, something different. Holding this punishment tool, knowing it would soon serve its purpose had given her a feeling she’d never specifically felt before. As she stepped back out of his sight, she switched the flogger to her left hand hand rubbed her pussy with her right. The sensation of the glove on her clit drove her insane, she wanted to unclip him and have him eat her pussy until she came right there, but she knew that would come in time; truly, her plan for tomorrow basically called for her having his mouth on her cunt 24/7 so she could wait a little longer.
Her New Room, Part 4 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
It was 2:55pm, he made his way back to his office after the second meeting of the afternoon. He opened his email and started to hit refresh. He honestly could not remember a time when he anticipated something more, it was finally, what he thought, would be a chance to be a complete slave to the Woman who embodied everything he had ever desired. She matched him in every single way, and was the only person in the world who truly understood and accepted him for who he was. Three o’clock came and went, and there was no message, and then, his phone dinged. It was a photo of her hand, completely dripping from touching her pussy all over her black leather skirt. He felt his cock swell against its steel prison. The pain caused would have normally brought him to his knees, but his adrenaline had kicked in, and the message was in his inbox. He started to read. “Slut, I know you’ve anticipated getting this message all day long, and you have been able to think of little else…” As he skimmed the rest of the message, he noticed the part about it being deleted at 3:05 and noticed it was 3:04. He read it through again and again to try and retain as many important points as possible until finally the message disappeared. Without hesitation, he went to the restroom and started on the first task. As he took off his pants and underwear, he noticed exactly what her and their new arrangement was doing to his cock.
Her New Room, Part 3 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
She could have done anything in that room they built. The last time he saw it, it was a very empty, very quiet space. He loved her and trusted her so much, he never even asked a question. Thirty days ago, She made this her passion project and asked him to please not look at the bank account during the next month because she wanted everything to be a surprise. He followed her orders as he always did with the one exception being when the bank called to verify a $4,000 charge by a company who touted themselves online as “the worlds foremost company in building inescapable prison cells.” That day, he gave the bank the thumbs up before going into the bathroom to make himself cum at the thought of what exactly she was working on down there. Now his mind flashed to the fact that he would have to tell her that he came that day at some point, and probably be punished severely- he never came without her permission, and if he did, he was supposed to immediately tell her about it and exactly what he thought about while he did. At least now that wouldn’t be an issue, he was reminded of it as he felt his cock attempt to swell again before being met with a lot of resistance. The clock seemed to stand still. Two meetings and a lunch now down, he headed into a 1pm board meeting with so much on his mind. He knew it was scheduled until 3pm and that’s when She said to expect a message. He cleared his mind and walked into a meeting, but as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he felt the cold steel and his mind drifted once again.
Her New Room, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
Earlier that morning, she had spent time perfectly crafting the instructions. While they sat and sipped their coffee, she was perfectly distracted. He noticed a few times, she glanced at him while biting hard on her lip. They were completely alone at the house, and even though he knew it would make him late for work, he knew exactly what it meant when she bit her lip that way. As she stood up to pour another cup of coffee, he came up behind her and in one motion, slid both his hands inside her cozy pajama pants, past her ass, over her hips and his fingertips arrived at her swollen clit. For a second, she was caught off guard and caught up in the moment, ready to start her day by cumming with her lover. She then got a “better” idea. She turned around, kissed him and immediately went down to her knees. She pulled out his throbbing cock and took it in her mouth. She took it in all the way, even making herself gag on his dripping cock. She took it out, spit on it and started sucking again. As much as it was for effect, the taste of his wet cock in her mouth turned her on like nothing else. She sucked until she felt his leg buckle. She then pulled it out and said “you better not cum without fucking asking me slut.” He instantly responded, “May I cum Goddess. May I cum for you??” She took his cock out of her mouth and wrapped her hand around his balls and squeezed. “No,” she simply said. She continued to squeeze his balls. Pulling him through the kitchen, she led him past the dishwashers to the refrigerator. With her other hand, she grabbed a cup and filled it with ice. She shoved his cock and balls in it and pushed it against him, “hold this.” He held onto the cup against him, feeling his cock shrink and his balls pull back with each second they were in the cup of ice. As she ran up the stairs to her bedroom, so many thoughts filled her head. She grabbed the Amazon box from her closet. The plan was to lock his cock up on Sunday night, after a weekend of play, but somehow, locking him up after the bold display in the kitchen seemed like a better plan. She opened up the package, took out the steel prison and popped off the lock it came with. She reached in her nightstand and took out another lock. She turned the key to open it and then slid the key onto a chain around her neck and put it back on. She walked down the steps and into the kitchen. Without saying a word, she slapped the cup of ice out of his hands and onto the floor – she loved the show. She firmly grabbed his ice cold balls and put the steel ring in place – they had talked about chastity, even played with some devices and cock rings, but never the real thing. The unforgiving steel ring behind his balls felt very real, and as she slid the corresponding piece over his shaft, it felt even more real; then the click. The sound made his heart skip a beat. I’m his head, he quickly went over his day, what if he had to pass through a metal detector- then he remembered he might have to today. “Wait Goddess, I have an appointment where I might not be able to wear this today. I will need to go through a metal detector.” She looked at him right in the eyes and smiled “please turn on your audio recorder, record that and send it to me when you’re done. I can’t wait to hear how you explain it.” And with that she turned and walked away. Before leaving the kitchen she turned and said, “have a great day lover, and I have a big weekend planned, look out for an email around 3pm and make sure you follow the directions perfectly – it is very important to me.” She walked away before yelling down the hallway, “and clean up the mess from that ice before you leave too.”
Her New Room, Part 1 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (F34/M41)
It was an exciting day for Her. She was finally ready to show Her lover the space She had spent the past month completing. When they moved into the new house together, finishing the basement exactly how they wanted was a top priority for the two of them. Their plans called for a large entertaining space as well as a sound-proof area that would be home to a Zoom-friendly office/studio, and just off that a fairly large “storage area” with the same sound-proof specs. When the contractor questioned Her about the fact that making the “storage area” sound-proof was really not necessary, She explained there were some family heirlooms she would be storing there, and it was as much related to climate control as to being sound-proof. There were no questions as to why She would need the office/studio as She was now widely recognized as a leading voice in the digital marketing field, regularly appearing on podcasts and even television shows – the new area was a no brainer. I’m the plans, it called for a corner bookshelf with one piece doubling as a hidden door to the storage area. So well-hidden, no one would know it was even there.
The Business Trip, Part 3 (fdom) (bdsm) (real) (f40/m43)
On the walk back to his room, he didn’t see anyone in the hallway. He opened his door, went inside and exhaled. So many emotions were running through him right now. He was filled with shame over all of the events that just took place and the situation he had put himself in, fear over what could happen if that video ever found it’s way to his personal social media and lastly he was somewhat aroused by the thought of having given up all control of his life. As he slid under the tightly pulled covers of the hotel bed, his head was absolutely spinning.
Her on the other hand was in a completely different headspace. She laid in bed with her phone buzzed from the alcohol and endorphins replaying that look of complete fear that washed over his face on more than one occasion. She had even captured it on video, but there was no substitute for seeing it in person. In her scrolling of Instagram, she even uncovered his fake account which she’d so much light on his desires, and after a few minutes looking through his likes, she was reassured that she couldn’t have picked a better victim.
The Prison Vacation, Part 5 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
She was dressed to perform a procedure, no longer in her black dress, but now a medical-looking white outfit. Also dawning a surgical mask and gloves. As she approached, it was the first time he looked at the tools on the table. From left to right, there was a speculum, a tube of lube, some needles, a steel chastity device and an elastrator, complete with an open jar of green bands marked “Swavet Castration Rings.” This was the first time he was truly filled with fear. The scanning of that table probably took five seconds, but he felt like he’d been staring for hours. Putting all of the pieces together, the realization was now clear, this not a two week play getaway, this was something else. “Slave, I know that look all too well, you have come to the realization that the next week is simply the introduction to the rest of your life. When we get home, we will rename you and brand you with your given slave name; your training will intensify and we will determine your best purpose as part of my stable. She felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her white jacket seemingly nonstop – she got an alert each time a new paid subscriber joined the live feed. She quickly realized as his situation became more precarious, the more people wanted to watch. She reached in her front pocket and took out a stainless steel dental gag, putting it in place and using the mechanism to ratchet it open. She knew she had it in a place where it would be effective and then clicked the ratcheting device two more times. The pain it was causing was noticeable from anyone watching, but there was noting he could do about it. “Let’s begin, shall we,” she only made eye contact with him as she reached for the tray and picked up the speculum.
The Prison Vacation, Part 4 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
“The last thing I should mention is that you’re also my newest star,” she held up her phone to show him. “Your entire life is now live-streamed on my website, and traffic is up nearly 300% – people seem to really enjoy following your situation.” Just then, the phone rang. “Ahh, talk about perfect timing,” she held up the phone to show him again and he saw the name ‘Kitten’ and remembered the stunning Woman from his intake and the van at the airport. “I’m here,” she said as soon as the FaceTime sound ended. “He’s very organized, and it’s a pretty nice home. It probably makes sense to keep as a vacation property right outside New York City.” When she turned the phone towards him, he could clearly tell that Kitten was at his Jersey City brownstone- rummaging through everything. “I think I have everything we need now, cashiers check was used to pay the balance on the mortgage, the escrow account is set to handle utilities for up to 24 months, and surprisingly, not one person has called or texted his phone – it’s like he disappeared and no one even cares.”
The Prison Vacation, Part 3 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
He hadn’t known how long it had been since he’d been isolated as he had simply accepted the daily routine as his new life. He had started out thinking that his feeding routine was three times per day, but then thought maybe it was only twice, but eventually his mind stopped trying to figure it out. He had learned that when he heard the tapping on the metal slot, followed by her voice, he had about 30 seconds to get there before she tossed the metal tray onto the floor. When he made it on time, she would hand the tray through the slot and reach through to unzip the mouth on the thick leather over his head. She knew that today marked the fifth day of this routine of twice per day visits to his cell, and knew at this point, he would be thoroughly broken – nothing breaks a new prisoner faster than complete isolation. After handing him the tray of two pieces of, the prison staple, nutraloaf and a glass of water, he lowered his face to the slot and she unzipped the hood – he had executed the routine perfectly.